[Kasadia laughed so hard she was shaking: "Fun? Fun!? Hahaha, hahaha—Alright, what do you want to play?"]
[She squinted, drops of oil paint falling onto the crimson carpet.]
[Noel pointed at the revolver: "As you can see, Russian Roulette. It's clichéd, but for thousands of years, people have always been fascinated by it. If I survive, you must agree to one thing for me. If you survive, then I'll pay the price of death."]
[Kasadia crossed her arms and sneered: "Death? That's not true death, you still have a chance to reset."]
[Noel smiled: "What I mean is—"]
[He pointed at his own head.]
["What I'm wagering is my soul."]
[Kasadia's mask trembled slightly.]
["If the bullet hits me, you can devour my soul, making it so I can never wake up again." Noel shrugged, casually wagering everything he had, his face still smiling: "But if the bullet hits you, please fulfill the bet."]
[In the empty black castle, the laughter of the Shitposter Demon echoed.]
